Mythological Mayhem (Book Two: Sapphire) [Ignis x Reader]

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Entering greyshire glacial grotto, the boys noted just how right (Y/n) was. The temperature dropped dramatically and the cave was covered in ice. The deeper they went in, they could see just how thick the ice was that coated the walls. Noctis and Prompto rubbed their exposed arms, puffing out a breath as their teeth chattered from the cold. The blonde blew into his gloved hands, trying to warm his exposed fingertips. "This place gives me goose bumps. Double back for our coats?"

Gladio, who seemed to be not cold at all even with only a simple leather jacket on, replied with, "What's the point?"

The marksman continued to trail his hands up and down his arms. He was desperate for warmth, but knew he wouldn't be getting it until their business in the cave was done. "Well, looking on the bright side... Maybe the cold keeps the daemons at bay?"

Gladio scoffed and sarcastically replied, "Yeah, because monsters like warmth. Guess (Y/n)'s magic will protect all our asses from any daemons."

Prompto glanced at the shield for a split second before realizing he was being facetious. "Ah. Sarcasm. Hmm... But what if they're frozen?"

"Encased in ice... Waiting for something warm to pass by..."

"And then they jump out!" Prompto's body shook violently as he shudders at the cold and thought of daemons emerging from the ice.

"We'll just have (Y/n) refreeze them," the shield stated.

"And let you guys miss all the fun of battle? No way," (Y/n) remarked. "Besides, my ice spells are temporary. Any daemon I freeze will thaw out by the time we have to leave."

Not far into the cave, a trio of flans spawned. The gelatin-like daemons blocked their path and prevented them from going any further. Prompto sighed and groaned at the interruption. "And there's our warm welcome."

Noctis was the first to react. He summoned his engine blade and performed a warp-strike, but he scowled after seeing his attack did hardly any damage. Prompto conjured his pistol and shot the flans, only seeming to nip away a small portion of their health. Gladio joined the two younger boys, swinging his greatsword around. His attack also did a minuscule amount of damage.

Ignis gripped his daggers tightly. He had analyzed his companions' attacks and saw how futile they were. It was as if the flans were absorbing most of the force from the physical attacks in their gelatin bodies. "(Y/n), use magic," he commanded.

She nodded, holding up one of her hands. Three large icicles formed around her, which she aimed at the flans. She swung her arm to the side and sent the icicles flying towards the daemons once Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio were safely out of the way. Each icicle hit its mark and sent the flans flying backward. They were pinned to the icy wall, their bodies dissolving due to the attack being enough to kill them.

Prompto blinked in surprise. "Seriously? It was that easy?"

"Did you forget already?" Gladio sighed. "Her magic's amplified because of the cold."

"Oh, right..." Prompto strolled over to her to ask a question, but he slipped on a patch of ice. He screamed out as he fell on his back. Groaning in pain, he weakly glared at Gladio when he heard him laughing at him. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "Y-Yeah, keep laughing, big guy! It's always funny to watch people slip and fall!" He seethed.

(Y/n) helped him back to his feet. "I told you to be careful when walking near me. I don't have complete control of some of my magic."

He blushed lightly, remembering what she said before entering the cave. "O-Oh, right. Totally forgot that already..."